After dinner, the family squeezed onto the sofa to watch cartoons for a while. Shanshan lay on Ling Zhiwei's lap, yawning, while Lu Yunsheng leaned against the armrest, listening to his father tell jokes from his youth.
The light from the TV reflected on everyone's faces, and a relaxed atmosphere filled the room.
They chatted until a little after nine before heading to their own rooms to wash up and go to sleep.
It wasn't too late, but the children had gone through so many new changes that day. They were mentally exhausted, and sleepiness came much faster than usual.
Ling Chengyao wanted to strike while the iron was hot by taking a shower with his two sons to get a feel for being a dad.
He hoped to use this chance to grow closer to them, even if it was just by exchanging a few more words.
But Ling Zhiwei shook his head, and Lu Yunsheng also politely declined with a smile, "We can manage on our own."
